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Shallow Seas

In shallow waters small fish swim,

Circling to get their feed.

Desperate and needy, with no one for comfort,

They grew no taller than me.

 

When you sink your ankles just enough,

so that your hands can never get wet.

You'll find yourself open as the dark night sky,

Yet stained by its clouds of death.

 

A heart is worth so much more,

than all shallow sea's have to offer.

Sail close too close where the waves always break,

and you'll find it hard to break anchor.

 

In shallow sea's ive drowned,

My heart it had sailed away.

But in the deep its been found,

I just hope that your here to stay.

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Written by
matty-graham
Australian
Published
Aug 13, 2013
Lines·Words
16·113
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This poem is about uncommitted and shallow relationships. Its something i used to deal with years ago. I just managed to reminisce and write about how it used to be.

I notice as well, I like to exaggerate lots of ideas in my poems as well. Saying that, my past isn't anywhere near as bad as these words could make it sound.

God has a plan and will for our life. Not a shallow, distant, unfair, or bad will. His will is perfect. (In the bible God is always portrayed as our Father, because that is exactly what he is). God being our Father, has the best plans for our life's, plans for good. Plans for GOOD! So don't go selling yourself out to relationships that aren't good, that will bring you harm, or that you don't want to be in. The more we try to find that special person ourselves, the less room we are leaving for Gods plans to flourish in our lives. And no matter what our past is, God can make us clean again.

Hope these words (not just a depressive poem) helps someone out :)

Peace!

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